Dylan O'Brien Imagines ((SMUT INCLUDED))

Make this place our home- Mitch

Well guys this is my first request, thank you @Thomas2921!!

I hope it's good and that you enjoy it.

Monday:

Y/N's POV:

I walk up to my house, I just finished work at my company. I started Destrian Pages 6 years ago, my soul went into creating my publishing company. It made me so glad that I could help young writers tell their stories. I met my husband a year after that I was walking around the park with my son Logan, he bumped into me, I was pissed at first but lucky for him, he was charming.

Back then at least.

Now he's a manipulative asshole who beats the crap out of me. I had to leave one night for a work trip, and when I came home i got pushed against the wall and got questioned as to where I was. No matter how many times i said work, i got thrown, kicked and slapped. Now, i'm terrified to leave Logan with him in fear of what he might do.

I had Logan when I was 21, it was a horrible drunken accident, I don't even remember much about his father. But whoever it was, gave me the best thing in my life so one day I will thank him. Logan is 5 now, he started preschool 2 months ago, according to his teacher he's good with numbers, I'm so proud of him.

I fumble with the door handle, as I walk into my house. I waltz up the stairs and make my way towards the living room, just as i'm about to announce my presence, I hear sniffling under the kitchen counter.

As I weave my way towards the kitchen, I see my son curled up in a ball crying his eyes out.

"Hey buddy, are you okay? What happened?"

He looks up at me with glassy eyes and runs towards me. I engulf him in my arms, he sobs into my shoulder.

"It... it hurts."

I look at him with a concerned look in my eye even though I know where this is going. He stands up quietly and shows me a giant purple bruise forming on his shoulder blade, he then rolls up his sleeves showing me the large hand print shaped mark forming on his forearms.

"Oh my god," I whisper with tears forming in my eyes, "Okay bud this is what you're gonna do. You need to sneak up to your room and pack a bag, make sure you have lots of clothes and you can pick three fun things to take with you to keep you entertained."

"Okay Mama, but where are we gonna go?" He asked with worry in his voice.

I looked at him with a small smile, "We're gonna go to Grandpa's,"

He smiles happily and then turns to sneak up to his room.

"DECLAN DESTRIAN GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE RIGHT THIS SECOND!!" I bellow up the stairs. I hear him marching down the stairs. He strides towards me and raises his hand to my cheek, I brace myself for impact. He slaps me hard hitting my cheekbone while scratching the edge of my brow bone. I don't even react, I stand there and take it.

"Do you really think you can speak to me like that?" He asks in a venomous tone.

"Well if you are abusing MY son then yes I do. How very fucking dare you? It's one thing to abuse me but my child-"

"He's our child." He interrupts me.

"No. He is my child. I had him a year before I met you. I don't even remember the night in question. But I know one thing. I know that his actual father is probably a better father to him."

"How the fuck does that work?"

"BECAUSE HE DIDN'T BRUISE HIM! HE DIDN'T HURT A FUCKING CHILD DECLAN."

"Whatever. It's not like it's gonna happen again. As long he doesn't piss me off."

Hold up this moron thinks I'm staying here? As if.

"You think we're staying, you're unbelievable. I am getting us away from you forever. You complete and utter asshole." I stomp upstairs and race to my room, I grab my laptop, my chargers, i put it all in my suitcase. I take a bunch of clothes from my closet and throw them in there. I roll my suitcase down the hall to Logan's room. "Hey bud, it's time to go, grab your stuff." He smiles and walks downstairs with a stuffed bear in his hands. I unlock the car at the door frame.

"Get back here right now you ungrateful bi-"

I slam the door shut and rush to the car, I put the bags in the back. Logan climbs in his car seat which he put in the passenger seat. I buckle us both in and start to drive.

I held my son's hand as i drove to my father's house.

To Stan Hurley.